white clouds split apart,
turnt to black and all that rain its got,
they found each other with mutual taste,
came together and poured it over me.for a minute i was lost,
thunder wasn't my thing,
best of friends now treat me like enemies,
but i could swear i have more dirt on them than the soil they tried to plant me underneath."never talk to strangers and don't you open the door,"
our families try to tell us but they always leave out a detail thats run my mind sore,
if someone protected your back now instead takes a jab,
thats the greatest stranger danger and those doors you better lock fast.on that one special year i found a part of my brain,
a part i had given up on and lost it with broken charms,
i let in a couple people into my life,
i thought to myself i could rebound from the love deprive.but two of them swallowed me down like prescribed medicine,
and threw me out when they had enough of bashing their head in,
one of them lied to me about his individuality,
and hes not doing so happy but baby knock at my room and ill empty my chest that's heavy.i wish my parents had told me that the biggest strangers were those who met me.
"never talk to strangers and don't you open the door,"
our families try to tell us but they always leave out a detail thats run my mind sore,
if someone protected your back now instead takes a jab,
thats the greatest stranger danger and those doors you better lock fast.i cant take lies anymore,
no more secrets to count like one two three and four,
i hope you all learnt to defrost your heart,
and that all it took was to fight this fight with me, a cold war,
and now im sitting in the garden,
and ive finished what we started,
you're no danger you're just a stranger and the memories ill keep in that box on the cold floor.
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Call it Cloud 9
PoetryGrowth, Healing and Love. The three ingredients that complete the process of becoming an adult. Thats what this is all about ♡